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fairyficSummary: At the school dance, Luke just wants Crow to let loose and have fun. Unfortunately for him, Crow just seems to want to talk about the government and society.
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School dances, in younger years, are less romantically-charged and more so about food, and having fun with your friends while listening to the same, popular songs. As an after-school activity, not everyone was there, but many students had gathered in the gym to meet up with their friends, snack on pizza and have fun, while teachers watched over them to make sure nobody held hands or did anything else scandalous. Everyone was up and about in the large, indoor gym, talking or dancing or eating.
But, of course, with every dance, there came at least one edgy, ‘too cool’ student, sitting on the bleachers and doing nothing but staring at the other students. With this particular group of children, that loner was, of course, Crow.
Even as Luke talked with Arianna and Finch, he kept glancing at Crow, wondering if and when he would join in the dance. He, himself, hadn’t danced yet; opting for hanging around the food table instead, and chatting with whoever came by. But Crow wasn’t dancing, eating, or talking. Just sitting there, daydreaming. It seemed none of the Black Ravens could come to the dance, so he was all by his lonesome, as well. Luke wanted to try and talk to him, but he found himself overthinking what he would even say. He did that a lot with Crow; overthinking and being nervous. He was sure it was because of his standoffish demeanor.
He finally gathered the courage when a song with an associated dance came with it; ‘Cupid Shuffle’. Luke popped the last bite of the cookie he was munching on into his mouth, before finally walking over to Crow; standing in front of him, as the other boy sat on the bleachers.
Luke tried to smile to hide his nerves, and tilted his head. “Hey! Um… Why aren’t you dancing?”
“I don’t dance,” Crow responded simply, arching his eyebrows. (Well, Luke could only see one, with his hair covering the other one, but he assumed.)
“Yeah, but… Everybody likes the Cupid Shuffle!” Luke protested, before turning a bit and pointing to the crowd of students doing the dance. “You don’t even have to come up with a dance, you just do what the song says!”
Crow’s expression darkened. “Ah. So we just do as the song says, blindly, without thinking for ourselves. It’s just like how we’re expected to blindly listen to the government, and whatever they tell us, when we are only puppets to-”
“Please don’t make me have a crisis again,” Luke interrupted. “Come on, you’ve got to lighten up a little!”
“Oy, rich boy, it’s easy for you to say,” Crow shot back, and irritation crossing his face. “You’ve gotten tons of dance lessons, I bet, yeah? You can afford to do stupid stuff like that, while the poor-”
Luke interrupted him yet again, by, in a moment of courage, taking his hands into his, and pulling him up to stand. He knew he could let go of Crow’s hands after he was up, but he, somehow, didn’t want to. Crow didn’t pull away, either. Luke felt his face go a bit warm. Probably because it was hot in the gym.
“All the money and society stuff you talk about is important,” Luke admitted. “But it’s also important to relax sometimes, you know? Having fun is just as important as working! Otherwise, life becomes awfully boring.” Before Crow could object, Luke was already leading him onto the dancefloor, and continued talking. “And you don’t need dance lessons to dance to this song! Just do as it says!”
Luke was almost certain that Crow would pull another ‘we live a society’ ramble, even when he was in the mass of people happily dancing along to the upbeat song. But, when Luke let go of his hands, and backed away to give him space, all Crow did was give him a look, before hesitantly going along with what all the other students were doing.
Despite the temptation to go back to eating, Luke also decided to join in (he wasn’t some sort of hypocrite, after all); following the dance that he had done so many times before. It only took a few moments to get lost in the familiar song, so, when he finally remembered to look at Crow, he was surprised to find his demeanor had completely changed. He wasn’t slouching, or frowning; his face was lit up in the kind of childish joy that Luke hadn’t seen on him before, as he went along with the song.
He was smiling. Not smirking… Smiling.
Luke felt a wave of heat go over him, and he assumed that it was because he was tired from dancing.
I love writing Crow as the “Well, if we killed all billionaires, we wouldn’t have that problem,” type.
First Chapter | Masterpost (for more information) | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
School dances, in younger years, are less romantically-charged and more so about food, and having fun with your friends while listening to the same, popular songs. As an after-school activity, not everyone was there, but many students had gathered in the gym to meet up with their friends, snack on pizza and have fun, while teachers watched over them to make sure nobody held hands or did anything else scandalous. Everyone was up and about in the large, indoor gym, talking or dancing or eating.
But, of course, with every dance, there came at least one edgy, ‘too cool’ student, sitting on the bleachers and doing nothing but staring at the other students. With this particular group of children, that loner was, of course, Crow.
Even as Luke talked with Arianna and Finch, he kept glancing at Crow, wondering if and when he would join in the dance. He, himself, hadn’t danced yet; opting for hanging around the food table instead, and chatting with whoever came by. But Crow wasn’t dancing, eating, or talking. Just sitting there, daydreaming. It seemed none of the Black Ravens could come to the dance, so he was all by his lonesome, as well. Luke wanted to try and talk to him, but he found himself overthinking what he would even say. He did that a lot with Crow; overthinking and being nervous. He was sure it was because of his standoffish demeanor.
He finally gathered the courage when a song with an associated dance came with it; ‘Cupid Shuffle’. Luke popped the last bite of the cookie he was munching on into his mouth, before finally walking over to Crow; standing in front of him, as the other boy sat on the bleachers.
Luke tried to smile to hide his nerves, and tilted his head. “Hey! Um… Why aren’t you dancing?”
“I don’t dance,” Crow responded simply, arching his eyebrows. (Well, Luke could only see one, with his hair covering the other one, but he assumed.)
“Yeah, but… Everybody likes the Cupid Shuffle!” Luke protested, before turning a bit and pointing to the crowd of students doing the dance. “You don’t even have to come up with a dance, you just do what the song says!”
Crow’s expression darkened. “Ah. So we just do as the song says, blindly, without thinking for ourselves. It’s just like how we’re expected to blindly listen to the government, and whatever they tell us, when we are only puppets to-”
“Please don’t make me have a crisis again,” Luke interrupted. “Come on, you’ve got to lighten up a little!”
“Oy, rich boy, it’s easy for you to say,” Crow shot back, and irritation crossing his face. “You’ve gotten tons of dance lessons, I bet, yeah? You can afford to do stupid stuff like that, while the poor-”
Luke interrupted him yet again, by, in a moment of courage, taking his hands into his, and pulling him up to stand. He knew he could let go of Crow’s hands after he was up, but he, somehow, didn’t want to. Crow didn’t pull away, either. Luke felt his face go a bit warm. Probably because it was hot in the gym.
“All the money and society stuff you talk about is important,” Luke admitted. “But it’s also important to relax sometimes, you know? Having fun is just as important as working! Otherwise, life becomes awfully boring.” Before Crow could object, Luke was already leading him onto the dancefloor, and continued talking. “And you don’t need dance lessons to dance to this song! Just do as it says!”
Luke was almost certain that Crow would pull another ‘we live a society’ ramble, even when he was in the mass of people happily dancing along to the upbeat song. But, when Luke let go of his hands, and backed away to give him space, all Crow did was give him a look, before hesitantly going along with what all the other students were doing.
Despite the temptation to go back to eating, Luke also decided to join in (he wasn’t some sort of hypocrite, after all); following the dance that he had done so many times before. It only took a few moments to get lost in the familiar song, so, when he finally remembered to look at Crow, he was surprised to find his demeanor had completely changed. He wasn’t slouching, or frowning; his face was lit up in the kind of childish joy that Luke hadn’t seen on him before, as he went along with the song.
He was smiling. Not smirking… Smiling.
Luke felt a wave of heat go over him, and he assumed that it was because he was tired from dancing.
I love writing Crow as the “Well, if we killed all billionaires, we wouldn’t have that problem,” type.
